This is a song about "Good things"

Yeah on a beat i may say things

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

And when things start looking good again

We must, be the flyest of southerner men

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Spitting things inefficiently?

Soon enough i want those gold things

But this ain't physics or rocket science

For four hundred plus yearsyou should be scared

All the good things do come to an end

These chalance give me balance

Cause real niggas do real things

Maybe its god putting the good things on hold.

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold